Patience, they say, is a virtue.  But what does that mean?  Seems to me patience is one of those things that come already loaded. All that’s needed to activate it is a choice. It may not always be easy to make that choice: there are certainly times when you just can’t wait!  (Whether that’s in joy or fear.) But deciding to be patient is what it takes.

It’s called a virtue, I’m guessing, because it’s so powerful.  If you can just make the choice to wait, you save yourself gobs of anxiety and the potential for missing out.

We can give a good guess as to how long something will take.  In this limited world, it’s often necessary to do so.  But once we get that time frame in our heads, we must make let go of it.  After all, who really knows for sure how long things will take?  No more than we can predict the direction of wind.  For it can just up and decide to blow to the west instead of the east and everything changes.  Your well-laid plans can be tossed asunder when one thing takes a little longer than expected.

Virtue is “a commendable quality or trait,” according to M-W. That indicates it is a thing we already possess.  You can’t buy patience.  You don’t earn it.  And you can’t even really practice it.  Just because you’re patient today, tomorrow and Sunday, doesn’t mean you’re patient on Monday.

M-W goes on to say Virtue is “a particular moral excellence, a conformity to a standard of right.”  All that sounds way too difficult and fancy to me.  Like an act of kindness you decide to take, patience is simply a moment-by-moment choice. Always ready, forever waiting for you to use it.